And now a specially written poem for two dear friends who passed away last night. I call it simply
“Ode to My Dead—-Really Dead—Tomato Plants”:
You were inside the house
all lively, warm and fun
You spread your leaves wide
and soaked up the sun.
I watered you daily
You had a hint of a bloom
You were so green and leafy,
you brightened up the room
Mike South said “Outside!”
“NO!” I cried, “It’s too soon!
But he insisted.
That big Southern buffoon.
So yesterday I took you
outside to thrive
this morning I found you frozen
and so VERY un-alive.
I blame Mike South for
for this horrible blow,
for unemployment, recessesion
and for making me sit through that sucky Tera Patrick show.
Its mid May fer cryin out loud….how was I to know you live above the arctic circle…
